So the weather here is…. damp. The ride in this am was exceptionally wet and dark (I proved that the laser guidelines are visible!) but otherwise uneventful. The ride home, however, I got to prove that the bike-helmet (mocked for paw-patrol-esque view) functioned… the hard way.
So I’m cruising along, somewhat more slowly than usual, along the wooden sidewalk that rings the duck-pond. Normally this is covered in…. people and ducks (and geese). The people feed the fowl, the fowl respond by feigning an interest in the mediocre lives of these humans. But today it was wet slippery, and deserted. As I rounded the corner by that gazebo, I carefully apply a bit of rear brake, and, boom. Suddenly my head is hitting the deck and my feet are hitting the ‘water’. Maybe 10cm left and I would have gone entirely into the pond. I can attest by the typical yells of the parents in summertime that this is not normally a swimmable venue.
After the ringing in my ears subsided i realised that it was the helmet that made the difference from this being embarrassing (and bruising and wet) versus much worse. It bodes well for the snow and ice!
So hats off to hats on.